Tuesday 6 January 2009

"If Only" - A Dorothy/Scarecrow Fanfic.


This one is short and not at all sweet. I'm just going to post the whole thing. I read this in a kind of daze, wondering if I should be laughing or crying. The answer I arrived at was laughing. In a twisted way, this is actually hilarious.

In summary, Dorothy is having some "alone time," when the Scarecrow walks in. Spontaneous straw-and-cloth-based sexual acts ensue.

Author's notes:

Title: If Only
Author: Laurieisme ([info]revolution25)
Fandom: Wizard Of Oz
Rating: R
Spoilers: For the movie.

Spoilers? For... the movie? Uuum... I'd quite like to know what the hell version of the movie this joker's been watching.

Anyway. The fic gets straight in there with the action. The writer's obviously not even going to bother pretending there's a plot behind this.

Dorothy moaned a little, the sound reverberating off the walls of her bedroom. She rubbed her clit again, but moved her hips forward into her hand, causing her to be even louder.

But the one great thing about the bedrooms there, they were either so far away from everything else, or sound proof, so no one could hear her.
We're left guessing what 'there' is. I'm assuming it's Oz.
..But balls to that! The writer just wants to get straight on with the Scarecrow porn.


And part of the fun was being vocal about it, considering on the farm she had to be as quiet as a church mouse.

"D-Dorothy?"

Dorothy looked quickly over her shoulder, but her own movement against her hand caused to moan loudly again as her eyes met the Scarecrow's.


We don't even get any explanation as to why the Scarecrow suddenly pops up over her shoulder.... Which I for one would find more than a tad creepy. But it doesn't phase Dorothy at all.

Without a conversation, or her needing to persuade him, he came over between her thighs and kissed her thoroughly.

Dorothy was surprised to feel his cloth mouth feeling rather erotic on her mouth, making her even more wet than she was before he walked in.

She grinded her hips against his straw structure, and even that felt right.

She looked up at him with frustrated eyes, "I want you inside me."

"I can't do that," he said pointing down to where there was nothing but straw and cloth,


Okay, how thick is Dorothy? What does she expect!? For him to produce some kind of straw erection to stick in her? I can't see that working somehow.

Luckily for Scarecrow, he escapes the humiliation of not being able to perform in that way, because he has another non-penetrative trick up his sleeve...

"But I can do this."


And with that his face went down her body until his cloth lips met her clit.

"Jiminy Cricket," she jumped involuntarily at the sensation.

His warm wet cloth tongue met her clit, and she was lost. She was panting, moaning, grinding against him, yelling out some obscenity, and soon enough was left limp and sated.

After a while she brought him back up to her face and kissed him deeply.

"If only the scarecrows back in Kansas could do THAT..."
HAA!

'Thorough' kissing, erotic cloth, the Scarecrow being unable to get it up... Jiminy Cricket! That thing is rather amusing. Disturbing, yes. But I did laugh. A healthy (?) mix between "ha!" and "noooooo!" is always good.

Probably helps that I never was a huge fan of the Wizard of Oz whilst growing up. So reading this didn't involve the destruction of too many happy childhood memories. But I'm sure it will have been highly disturbing for those of you for whom it was a childhood favourite. Sorry!

On another note, I believe "Jiminy Cricket!" is underrated as an exclamation of passion. It should definitely be used more often.

I wonder if there's any Oz-fics with the Tin Man involved. Ouch. I'll leave you with that image.


LINKS: [The Fic] - "If Only" by Laurieisme.

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